The Hits Hurt Songtext

von The Pastels

The hits would be so nice
But they just don't come
When you want them
Defeat, defeat

You don't want to hear
About a jazz musician
A jukebox and a river
I've been thinking it's not so clever to hurt

I've been thinking
We never had much luck
The needle sticks
The tape hiss switch, the hits don't hit

See them pass by yesterday
Spit on your old photograph
And look away
The cruelty of blows

Farewell shows
They were strange and I felt sad
And I went down to the range

Hitting balls, hitting balls
Hitting balls on a golf range
The fall guy falls

No one calls it
Run a two bit obituary
We are on, they are gone
And it seems so wrong

The hits hurt
The hits hurt
The hits hurt

Hey kid, you better shape up
The hits are always going to hurt